txolops Chapter 155 House Arrest
Chapter 155 House Arrest
Chapter 155 House Arrest
Li Qingyi glanced at him coldly, "Have you finished acting?"
The mist in Zhao Mengxi's eyes instantly cleared away.
She stood up, straightened her skirt, and stared directly at Li Qingyi: "Li Qingyi, what exactly do you want?"
Seeing him laugh so heartily just now, she really felt an itch to touch him.
If his cultivation hadn't been suppressed, he probably would have already grabbed him by the neck.
Unfortunately, she couldn't do it, nor was she capable of doing it.
Li Qingyi thought to herself: How does she know my identity?
However, he quickly realized that since she and Zhao Wuyi were in cahoots and seemed to know his identity, it wasn't that strange.
"Has my wife become confused?" Li Qingyi asked calmly. "She's even forgotten her husband's name?"
It's impossible for me to admit it; I'll never admit it in this lifetime.
"Oh?" Zhao Mengxi crossed her arms. "When does Young Master Fang plan to propose? I can't wait too long."
Her gaze swept down over her lower abdomen. "After all, I'm carrying one here."
Since we can't figure out his style, we might as well just go along with it and see how long he can keep up the act.
"The betrothal gifts—" Li Qingyi drawled, then suddenly took a big step forward.
Before Zhao Mengxi could react, she was suddenly suspended in mid-air.
Li Qingyi reached out and scooped her up in his arms.
"Are you crazy?!"
She struggled frantically, only to find that all her magical power was frozen, and she couldn't mobilize any of it.
Li Qingyi laughed heartily, her laughter echoing in the room, making the glass wind chimes hanging by the window tinkle: "My wife, what you say is perfectly natural. It's only right for a husband to hold his wife!"
He carried her into the inner room in a few steps and casually tossed her onto the bed.
The brocade quilt sank softly into her, and a few strands of her dark hair fell across her cheeks.
"Shameless!"
She propped herself up, her cheeks flushed red with shame and indignation, her eyes glaring at Li Qingyi as if she wanted to burn two holes in him.
Li Qingyi was not angry at all; instead, she laughed even more heartily.
He leaned closer, lowering his voice, "Tsk tsk, weren't you quite the talker when we were sharing a room at Huanzhulou? Where did that arrogance go?"
Zhao Mengxi glared at him fiercely, then turned her head away and closed her eyes.
His chest heaved violently, and in his mind he had already torn Li Qingyi to pieces eight hundred times.
But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.
She quietly opened her eyes a crack.
The room was empty.
Li Qingyi had disappeared at some point.
Just then, the bamboo grove outside the window rustled, and Li Qingyi's hearty laughter rang out: "Hahahaha! You've been tricked again! Hahahaha—"
Zhao Mengxi felt a rush of heat to her head, her vision went black for a moment, and she almost fainted.
Li Qingyi's actions were certainly not just for her amusement.
He had just returned from the Zhao family ancestral land when, halfway there, Jiang Yanxu's voice drifted into his ears like a wisp of smoke: "Keep an eye on Zhao Mengxi. I'll handle Zhao Wuyi's side. I want to see what kind of dealings they've been having with the Dao Sect these past few days."
Li Qingyi immediately recalled the scene she had seen during the last simulation.
Late at night, Zhao Mengxi quietly left the mansion alone, looking hurried.
Now we can use this as an excuse to keep a close eye on her.
The results were even better than he had expected.
For the next two days, Li Qingyi practically became Zhao Mengxi's shadow.
During the day, he would drink tea and read books in her room, and at night he would meditate in the outer room, euphemistically calling it "accompanying her."
Whenever Zhao Mengxi tried to find an excuse to go out, he would casually say, "My wife is currently pregnant and should not overexert herself."
They completely blocked her path.
Force your way in?
It's impossible for someone whose cultivation level is sealed to be no different from an ordinary person.
She also tried asking others for help.
However, her father, Zhao Zhouhui, has recently been entangled with several Foundation Establishment elders from the Six Sects who came to "celebrate his birthday." He spends his days either discussing Dao or drinking tea, and he simply cannot spare the time.
No information can be leaked from the ancestor Zhao Wuyi's side.
The guards and maids in the house dared not interfere. Li Qingyi's words, "Who will be responsible if the pregnancy is disturbed?" were like a curse, and everyone who heard them would avoid her.
As a result, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family was "confined" in her own home.
Zhao Mengxi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
There's something she absolutely must get her hands on before the birthday banquet.
That evening, the setting sun bathed the window paper in warm colors.
The light and shadow flickered on Zhao Mengxi's face as she stared blankly out the window.
The door creaked open.
Li Qingyi strolled in, her clothes fluttering in the breeze.
"Why are you staring blankly at the sunset, my lady?"
He spoke casually, sat down at the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.
Zhao Mengxi didn't turn around, her voice drifting over coldly: "I used to think that Young Master Fang was a nice person, but now I realize that his shamelessness is also exceptional."
"My wife, what you say is heartbreaking," Li Qingyi said, taking a sip of tea and shaking her head.
Zhao Mengxi simply didn't respond.
She really didn't want to hear his signature laugh again.
Every time she hears it, her hands itch to touch it.
For some reason, ever since she succeeded last time, Li Qingyi seems to have flipped some strange switch.
Seeing her jumping up and down in anger yet helpless, I felt a strange sense of pleasure.
"Actually, my wife really wants to go out for some fresh air," Li Qingyi put down her teacup, her tone casual, "It's not impossible."
Zhao Mengxi suddenly turned around: "What are your conditions?"
"Simple," Li Qingyi smiled, "I'll stay with you. After all, you're not feeling well right now; how can you manage without someone to take care of you?"
In an instant, various fragments pieced together in Zhao Mengxi's mind.
"It's you!" She jumped to her feet. "You're the one who brought those elders from the Six Gates here! You're also the one who caused the Ancestor's disappearance! You deliberately locked me up here!"
Li Qingyi spread her hands innocently: "What makes you say that, my lady?"
As he spoke, he got up and walked behind her, naturally picked up the wooden comb from the dressing table, pressed her down into a chair, and began to comb her hair.
The movements were very gentle, straightening the strands one by one.
Two figures were reflected in the mirror, one sitting and one standing, and they appeared quite harmonious in the dim candlelight.
"So, Miss Zhao?" he asked softly. "Have you made up your mind?"
Zhao Mengxi bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into her flesh, and remained silent.
That thing—absolutely must not be known to anyone else.
She regretted it, she really regretted it.
Why did you have to bring this menace back in the first place?
Li Qingyi suddenly sighed, her warm breath brushing against her ear: "Your ancestor and I are now in a cooperative relationship. What can't we discuss openly?"
"You're far more hypocritical than Cui Yao!" she spat out through gritted teeth.
"If my wife insists on thinking this way," he put down the comb, his fingers lightly brushing against the back of her neck, "there's nothing I can do about it."
Hard!
Zhao Mengxi hardened her fist!
If her cultivation hadn't been sealed by Li Qingyi, she would have wanted to punch Li Qingyi to death right now!